A/N: Forcing myself to write this...I am so tired. Lol. Wanna go to bed...need to write...oh the dilemma!
Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly. Duh.
Sam rested in her hospital bed as Freddie came back in the room to sit with her. He thought that she was asleep, but she really wasn't. Carly had left a few minutes ago, after holding Emily.
Sam's eyes fluttered open as he brushed a hair out of her face.
"Hey." he said.
"Hey." she replied.
"I thought you were asleep." Freddie commentated.
"I thought you were showing Carly our daughter." Sam said. It still felt surreal to call her that, but that's what Emily was. Their daughter.
"I did. She left a few minutes ago." Freddie said, brushing another stay hair out of her face.
Sam sighed, and held his hand, looking up at him, smiling. "I...am so tired." she laughed.
Freddie chuckled and kissed her head. "I would assume so. You were in labor for hours." Freddie joked.
Sam knew how to play this game, though.
"And whose fault it that?" she pointed her index finger at him in an attempt to blame him.
Freddie pretended to be shocked.
"Me? No...couldn't possibly." he joked.
"You're the one that didn't use a condom, Benson." Sam said.
Freddie grimaced. "Do you have to be so...frank?" Freddie asked.
Sam nodded. "I sure do. I don't sugarcoat anything, Benson. You know this by now."
Sam felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier.
"You're tired." Freddie noticed.
"No? Really? What was your first clue, dipthong? My drooping eyelids or the fact that I told you I was so tired?" Sam playfully joked.
"Umm...both." Freddie said.
Sam yawned and smiled, letting her eyelids fall. She wasn't asleep, though, and could still hear him.
"I love you, Sam."
"I...*yawn*...love you...too...nub." she then proceeded to fall asleep.
Freddie chuckled and kissed her forehead. They'd had a busy day. In a couple of days, Sam, he and Emily would be going home.
Or so he thought.
iKN iKN iKN iKN iKN iKN iKN iKN iKN
That night, unbeknownst to Freddie, who was sleeping in a chair next to Sam's hospital bed, and Sam who was sleeping in said bed, two figures made their way into the nursery for the newborns.
They had planned this. Made sure that there wasn't a nurse in sight while he slipped in like a ninja, taking the Puckett-Benson baby that they'd rename later. They'd move somewhere far away.
This was the best revenge.
"Do you have her?" one whispered to the other.
"Yea, I got her. Emily Puckett-Benson." he read the name-tag baby bracelet that was wrapped around her tiny hand.
"Good. Let's go. Next flight out of here leaves in two hours and we don't want to miss our flight." the woman said.
"I'm coming!" the man said, hurriedly running after the woman.
A/N: Props to you if you can guess who the couple is. It should be fairly obvious, but...maybe not. Lol. REVIEW!